Phoebie grit her teeth and held her left hand up along with her right. Rafe came walked around the room slowly, examining everything currently frozen in time.
“You're going to have to be careful with this one Bee. If you let them go too quickly-” Rafe commented.
“Yeah, I see it.” She ground out. The Hell Hound had damn near destroyed the room, and unfortunately Bel and Emma were in the path of destruction.
“I can't believe that Bel froze.” Rafe said with wonder, walking around Bel's frozen form. He had his four feathered wings extended and curled around his body and Emma's. There was a feral snarl frozen on his face as he clutched Emma's slumped body, his own slightly bowed back, being impaled by one of the Hell Hound's hind feet, the sharp nails dug in deep in Bel's lower back
